I met the right person at the wrong time ;

I don’t know how we ended up this twisted;

All my thoughts die unsaid in the end;

I hear this quiet voice inside my head which fades away, strangled;

Why did I trust
Why did I believe
Why did I keep forgiving
Why did I choose you everytime
Why didn’t I know the difference
Why did I keep coming back to you

Was it to be broken and betrayed
And to feel like nothing ? ;

and I needed you to fight my wild side;

Words can ****
When those words form a poem;

I don’t know why
But every time I want to write something
It’s you who comes to my mind;